Exploration Age Poems | Examples
These Exploration Age poems are examples of Age poems about Exploration. These are the best examples of Age Exploration poems written by international poets.
Her eys search for a place to hide.
I wonder, would my open arms be enough for her to run to safety?
Could love have tempted her and hurt her for her willingness to trust?
And, punished her for her curiosity of exploration?
Could she love?
Could she trust?
Could she, once again, submerge in the depts of love with open arms?
Could someone have hurt her with love?
What could be more hurtful than love is pritence love.
She trusts and still holds to the past as she wonders why is she giving so much taught and time to what has past.
In greener days, when all was harsh and wild,
our stories were sparse and our facts were few.
So much to grow - ev'ry zeitgeist a child -
eager to race from soft meadows of dew.
Exploration, invention, 'crost the years.
Centuries rolled, and the scroll extended.
Minds grew sharper; we killed our primal fears.
Revelation bursting - still not ended!
Now, despite all marvels of glass and steel,
we live under heavy cloud - an old realm.
Histories too complex to make us feel.
Knowledge - an ocean - whose waves overwhelm.
How can we stay true to all that's been done,
and still find spring's vigor under Eve's sun?
30 April 2023
I view my hand. I see an ancient land.
A melanomic crater, deep in the desert,
speaks of greedy sun-soaked days.
Wanton then. Gone now.
Sparse wispy palm trees cluster,
storm ravaged, angled randomly,
now almost invisible,
now silver in the light.
Ravines compressed in lines
symmetrical, as from space,
appearing geometric,
requiring translation,
needing understanding,
awaiting exploration.
Ahead, beyond the fault line,
mountains expand and converge,
blue-edged and rising high
above the sandy plain, sinuous,
majestic, uncharted.
Stretching and contracting
as wrinkled parchment
in a shoreline breeze,
pointing the way to the long journey’s end.
Translucent and yes still beautiful.
A multitude of moments
has slowly wrought such change.
Soul-stirring eloquence silently tells
of times and deeds long past,
though yet concealing secrets deep,
of silken dreams within a lover’s sleep,
and memories of a sweet caress,
Winter, winter lit us explore the winter.
This exploration takes us through some of the warmest days.
No ones heart has time to be bitter.
Christmas and the days surrounding.
Makes everyone's spirt awesome and outstanding.
Just to put someone in the warmth of love and happiness.
To anyone that has been suffering from sadness.
A smile here, love there, a hug here.
slowly make all pain disappear.
This is the time of year.
That we all come together in this world to bring cheer.
Before exploration, encounter ran its course
She wanted simplicity, he tended to soul search
Vixen and Mr. Marriage sprung from alternate reason
Ship containing contradiction was destined to lurch
Pledge of sledge hammer sex initially extended
Revoked by omnipresent insecurity
Prowling for night of abandon, unquenched lust driven
Met his wall built by fear, founded in obscurity
Decay of a dream, mismatched to hers, devoid of care
Love to a morphed charicature, - what motivation?
Superfluous term of submissive whimsy's windblown
Self worth held no place for emotional temptation
Rusted hinges swung between satisfied and longing
Chance to be susceptible to tenderness, renounced
By transient track spanning decades, independent
Her resilience rode solo strengths in endless amounts
21st September 2020
Written for Contest : Decay
Sponsor: Constance La France
13 syllables per line
Attraction
As race is concerned
Beauty lies within
Buried beneath the surface
The stick figure
The petite
The full figured
And well rounded
The dreaded
The bald headed
Of body
Of mind
Of soul
Of pride
Nothing changes my perception
I am my own version of beauty of self
Attraction , repulsion
I’ll tell me about myself
And show me who I am
Rise up
And speak for myself
I wear a crown
And that’s enough
My own validation is sufficient
A journey of exploration
From pressed
To permed
To weaved
To coarse kinks
Love and guidance
Confidence and comfort -ability
Take possession and accountability
Life reimagined
I stepped outside and felt free
A dove flew over me
Walk with my head held high
The sun soothes my skin
Embracing my melanin
My hair deserves to command the room
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
09/04/19
I view my hand. I see an ancient land.
A melanomic crater, deep in the desert,
Speaks of greedy sun-soaked days.
Wanton then. Gone now.
Sparse wispy palm trees cluster,
Storm ravaged, angled randomly,
Now almost invisible,
Now silver in the light.
Ravines compressed in lines
Symmetrical, as from space,
Appearing geometric,
Requiring translation,
Needing understanding,
Awaiting exploration.
Ahead, beyond the fault line,
Mountains expand and converge,
Blue-edged and rising high
Above the sandy plain, sinuous,
Majestic, uncharted.
Stretching and contracting
As wrinkled parchment
In a shoreline breeze,
Pointing the way to the long journey's end.
Translucent and, yes, still beautiful.
A multitude of moments
Have slowly wrought such change.
Soul-stirring eloquence silently tells
Of times and deeds long past,
Though yet concealing secrets deep,
Of silken dreams within a lover's sleep
And memories of a sweet caress.
a place now
where closure
has been gained
closure maintained
closure remains
looking to the past still remains
looking to the present still remains
looking to the future still remains
continues reflection exists
continues analyzes exists
continues exploration exists
live learn grow
life is a journey of self-exploration
Fatigueability,a wrinkled mass
Or a time for exploration
Learning, adventuring so
One discovers truth
Existential strength
Pouring in bulk –
Masses come
Slowly
Gush